Free SexyShortsGeneric by Shana Gray

breasts above the neckline of her top caught his attention. Sweet Jesus. She was stunning.
    She hadn’t answered his question. “Ma’am, how did it get out of hand?”
    She told him about the night with her friends that she ran out on. Humor and relief washed over him. She wasn’t a hooker or in any trouble he’d have to deal with. He could just take her home and be done with it.
    But her essence filled the car. The smell of sex from the club clung to her. The combination turned him on and his cock swelled, telling him it wanted some action. Her reply to his question about whether she’d had a good time or not was the icing on the cake.
    “No, not really. I can think of better ways to have a good time.”
    He had to ask. “Really? I’d be interested in hearing some of them.”
    She rubbed her eyes and for the first time met his gaze in the rear view mirror. The street lamps flickered golden light on her as they drove. He was captured by the hypnotic allure of her dark gaze. Her wild hair with that just-fucked look made him hornier than hell.
    She kept his gaze until the radio at his knee squawked with a dispatch call. Then her eyes widened and she curled her fingers on the seat back beside his shoulder. She slid forward and peered over, bringing a wave of her exotic scent into the front, enveloping him like a heavy, sultry mist. His raging hard on increased the pressure in his groin.
    He’d definitely need to get relief tonight after he dropped this vixen off.
    “Holy shit, you’re a cop.”
    Then it dawned on him, she didn’t know he was a cop. He smiled. “Am I? Hadn’t noticed.”
    She chattered about not recognizing the car and how she was sorry to bother him, but he didn’t really hear a word. She’d grown on him. How could he spend more time with her? Maybe all he had to do was ask? “So, what are you plans for the rest of the night?”
    A seductive smile curled her lips and he nearly choked when she said, “I’ve been a very bad girl and need to be punished.”
    He stared at her in the mirror. Had he heard her right? She knew he was a cop. Would she call foul if he played along with her or was that her turn on?
    His instinct was to drive her home and say goodnight. That’s what he should do, but something held him back. The sexual heat radiating off her was too appealing to ignore. He’d take his chances, see how far she would really go, and if she called a halt, then that’s what would happen.
    So much for pizza, beer and football.
    Reid knew an out of the way place and wasted no time getting there. Bumping over the rough laneway, he pulled up under an overhanging tree branch in a back lot. Not the most romantic place, but definitely private.
    He hauled ass out of the front seat and opened the rear door. Not wanting to appear like a stallion rushing a mare he paused, took a breath and leaned one arm on the roof, looking in at her. “So then, I understand you’ve been misbehaving.” Assuming detective-interview style, he hadn’t asked it as a question, made it simply a statement.
    She nodded.
    Their gazes locked as he slipped in beside her. She didn’t waste any time straddling him. The heat from her pussy seared him through their clothing and he ached close to bursting. Her laugh that came from deep within, sexy and full of promise, curled his toes. He was in for a wild ride.
    The touch of her fingers over his shoulder to his neck set off a chain reaction that zeroed in on his cock. He didn’t resist when she pulled his head to hers. Their lips crashed together. Fierce. Powerful. Mouths open, their tongues clashed and fought.
    She let go of his head and trailed her hands down his chest to his lap. She found his cock, rubbing him through his pants. Reid moaned into her mouth and wrapped her in his arms until she was flush to him.
    Then there was sensation so acute, like skin to skin, even though clothes separated them. She panted and moaned. Her sweet little sex sounds ratcheted him higher.